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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Hoover,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.