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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Loose Ends 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.