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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.