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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.