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 Benin 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.