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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.