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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.