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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.