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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rakim to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.