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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Swans,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.