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 Kuwait 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.