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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.