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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.