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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.