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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.