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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.