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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the jazz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.