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 Swaziland 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.