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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.