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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.