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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.