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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.