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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.