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 Chad and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.