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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.