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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
The Fall,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.