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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.