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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.