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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.