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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Rekid,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.