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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.