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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Make Up,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.