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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.