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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.