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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Visage,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.