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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.