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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.