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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.