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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.