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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.