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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Nas,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.