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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.