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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.