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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.