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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.