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 Australia and from Portland.
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 Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.