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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.