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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.