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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Gladiators to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Fear,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.