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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.