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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.