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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.