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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.