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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.