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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.