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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.