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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.