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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Neu!,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.