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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.