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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.