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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Deakin,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.