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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.