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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.