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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Suicide,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.