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 Israel and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.