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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.