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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
JFA,
Hoover,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.