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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.