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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.