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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.