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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
The Residents,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.