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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.