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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.