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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.