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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.