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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Q65,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.