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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.