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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.