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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.