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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.