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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Brick,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.