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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.