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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.