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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.