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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Interpol,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.