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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Index,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.