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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.