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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.