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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.