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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Victims to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
June Days,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.