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 Marshall Islands 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.