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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
CMW,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.