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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.