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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.