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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.