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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
AZ,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.