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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.