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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
PIL,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.