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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.