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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Television,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.