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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Franke,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.