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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Little Man,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.