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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Nico,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.