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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.