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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.