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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.