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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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.