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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.