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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.