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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.