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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.