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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.