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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.