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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.