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 Saudi Arabia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.