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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.