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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.