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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
David Bowie,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.