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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Suicide,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.