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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
JFA,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.