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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.