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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Television,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Mars,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.