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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.