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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.