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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.