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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.