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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.