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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.