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 Uzbekistan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.