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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
The Fall,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.