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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.