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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.