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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Don Cherry 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.