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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.