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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.