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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.