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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.