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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.