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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.