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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.