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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.