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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.