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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.