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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.