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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.