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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.