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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 snare 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.