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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
The Index,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.