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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
X-102,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.