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 Burundi 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.