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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.