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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.