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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.