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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.