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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.