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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.