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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
MC5,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
The Litter,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.