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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The New Christs to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.