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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.