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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.