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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.