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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.