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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.