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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.