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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
DNA,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.