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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.