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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.