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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.