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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.