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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.