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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.