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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Skarface,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.