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 Malawi and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Can,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.