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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.