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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.