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 Iceland 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.