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 Malta 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.