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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.