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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.