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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.