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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
The Gories,
Crime,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.