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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.