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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.