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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.