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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.