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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.