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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.