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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.