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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.