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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
The Wake,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.