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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.