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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Television,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.