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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Moleskins to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.