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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.