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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.