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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Echospace,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.