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 Saudi Arabia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.