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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.