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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.