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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.