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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.