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 Bulgaria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.