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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.