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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Ludus,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.