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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.