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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Smoke to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.