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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.