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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.