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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.