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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Crime,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.