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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.