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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.