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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.