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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.