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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.