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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.