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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.