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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
cv313,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.