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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 Toronto 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 guitar 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Inner City,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.