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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Technova,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.