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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.