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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Section 25,
X-102,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
ABC,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.