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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.