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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.