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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.