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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.