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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.