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 Jordan 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Wire,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.