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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.