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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.