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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.