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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.