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 San Marino 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.