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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.