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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.