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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.