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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Fear to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.