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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.