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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Franke,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.