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 Botswana 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.