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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Brick,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.