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 Belize 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.