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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.