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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
UT,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.