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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Dirtbombs 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.