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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.