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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.