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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.