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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.