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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.