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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Nico,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.