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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Can to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.