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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.