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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.