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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.