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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.