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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Technova,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.