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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.