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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
cv313,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.