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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.