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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.