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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.