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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.