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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Saints,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.