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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.