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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.