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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Brick,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.