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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.