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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.