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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Cluster,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.