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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.