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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.