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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.