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 Micronesia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.