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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.