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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.