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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.