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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.