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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Quantec,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.