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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.