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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
ABC,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.