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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.