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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.