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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.