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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.