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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.