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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.