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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Khruangbin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.