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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.