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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.