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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Selecter to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.