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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Monks,
cv313,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
JFA,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.