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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Swans,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.