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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.