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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.