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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Ronan to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.