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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.