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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.