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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.