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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.