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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.