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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.