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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.