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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Fear,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.