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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.