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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.