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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.