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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.