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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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.