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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.