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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.