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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Can,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.