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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Erasure,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.