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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.