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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.