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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.