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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.