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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.