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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Wings,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.