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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
MC5,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.