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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Technova,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.