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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
The Move,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.