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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.