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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.