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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.