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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.