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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.