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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
a-ha,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.