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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Make Up,
the Normal,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.