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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.