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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.