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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.