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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
UT,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.