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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.