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 Bhutan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.