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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.