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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.