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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.