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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.