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 Belgium 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.