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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Fire Engines to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.