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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
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The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.