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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.