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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
June Days,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.