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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Monolake,
MDC,
Wings,
Pylon,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.