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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.