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 Montenegro 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.