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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.