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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.