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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.