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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.