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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.