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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Faust,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.