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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.