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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.