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 Antigua 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.