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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.