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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.