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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Magma,
The Doors,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.