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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 sitar 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.