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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.