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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s 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 Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Pole,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.