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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.