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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Television,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.