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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.