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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.