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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.