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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.