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 Angola and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.