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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
AZ,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
UT,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.