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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.