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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.