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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Ituana,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.