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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.