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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 the Germs to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.