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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.