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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
June of 44,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.