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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.