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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.