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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
New Order,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.