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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.