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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Echospace,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.