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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.