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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.