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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.