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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Can,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.