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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
ABC,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.