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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.