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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.