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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Wings,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.