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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Last Poets to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.