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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.