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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Audionom,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.