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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.