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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Ludus,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.