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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.