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 Bahamas 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.