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 Liechtenstein 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.