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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Suicide,
AZ,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.