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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.