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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.