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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.