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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.