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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.