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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.