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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
The Names,
Technova,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.