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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.