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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.