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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.