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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.