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 Samoa 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Liliput,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.