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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Smog to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.