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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.