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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wake to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.