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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.