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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Scion,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.