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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.