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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.