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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.