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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.