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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.