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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Crime,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.