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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.