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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.