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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.