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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.