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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.