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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.