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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.