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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
JFA,
The Sound,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.