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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.