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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.