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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.