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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.