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 Mali and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.