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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.