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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.