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 Macedonia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Brick,
The Victims,
UT,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.