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 Armenia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.