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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.