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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.