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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
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 Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Organ,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.