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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.