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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.