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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
June Days,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.