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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Lalann,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.