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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Wire,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.