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 Swaziland 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.