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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.