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 Samoa 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.