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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.