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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.