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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.