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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.