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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.