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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims 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?
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.