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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.