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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Fear,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.