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 Korea South 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.