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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.