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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.