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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.