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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.