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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ludus 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.