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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.