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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.