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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Evens to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.