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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.