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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.