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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.