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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.