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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.