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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.