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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.