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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs 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?
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.