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 China and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.