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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Slave,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.