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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.