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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bill Near 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.