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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.