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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
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,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.