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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Smog,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.