Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.