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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.