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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
X-101,
Section 25,
The Index,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.