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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Monks,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Crime,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.