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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.