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 China and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.