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 Laos 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Stooges to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.