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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
UT,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.