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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.