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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Move to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.