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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.