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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.