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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.