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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.