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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.