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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.