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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
the Normal,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.