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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.