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 Senegal 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Technova,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.