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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
cv313,
John Holt,
The Index,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.