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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.