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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.