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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Crime,
Newcleus,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Scion,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Cymande,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.