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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.