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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.