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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.