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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.