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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.