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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Unwound,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.