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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.